The only words that ever satisfied me as describing Nature are the terms used in fairy books, charm, spell, enchantment. read more

The only words that ever satisfied me as describing Nature are the terms used in fairy books, charm, spell, enchantment. They express the arbitrariness of the fact and its mystery.

The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.

The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.

The face of a lover is an unknown, precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is read more

The face of a lover is an unknown, precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.

The workings of the human heart are the profoundest mystery of the universe. One moment they make us despair of read more

The workings of the human heart are the profoundest mystery of the universe. One moment they make us despair of our kind, and the next we see in them the reflection of the divine image.

Some mystery should be left in the revelation of character in a play, just as a great deal of mystery read more

Some mystery should be left in the revelation of character in a play, just as a great deal of mystery is always left in the revelation of character in life, even in one's own character to himself.

You know my method. It is founded upon the observance of trifles.

You know my method. It is founded upon the observance of trifles.

All is mystery; but he is a slave who will not struggle to penetrate the dark veil.

All is mystery; but he is a slave who will not struggle to penetrate the dark veil.

The ultimate mystery is one's own self.

The ultimate mystery is one's own self.

What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.

What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.